I’m slowly starting to feel better and actually managed to get out of bed and get a little bit of work done today, although I was aware of how long it had been without working I was still shocked by the amount of work that was impatiently waiting for me.
Some of the work I had lining up was stuff that I had no idea about, or had forgotten about, and thus the deadlines were far too short for me to be able to complete them in a professional manner so I had to send some emails apologising and cancelling them with the editors and sites. I hate doing this because i is hard enough finding work at the best of times and it makes me look unprofessional and I’ll probably never receive work from them again.
There is no point crying over it, can’t be helped. Although I hope the work isn’t just coming in because I was ill and they knew I could not complete most of it. The bastards.
I haven’t been spending all my time in bed feeling sorry for my poor arse, I have been slowly making plans to put my new 6-a-side football team into action early next year. Other football clubs might not want me in their teams anymore so I’ll just create my own team and push myself like some aging maniacal who refuses to admit that his time playing football has come and he should step away and maybe do some coaching instead.
I am running the 2018 London Marathon to raise money for Livability UK in memory of my dad. If you can I'd appreciate any donation you can spare. http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/deansaliba